Christmas is for children. But it is for grownpus too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chill and hidebound hearts.

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Christmas is for children. But it is for grownpus too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chill and hidebound hearts.

-- Anonymous

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In my wildest dreams, you always be my hero. In my darkest hour of night, you rescue me and you save my life.

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The day we met is a day I will cherish until the end of time. I have never felt as happy as I do when you are by my side.

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Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Holiday Season, that very special time of year when we join with our loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions such as trying to find a parking space at the mall. We traditionally do this in my family by driving around the parking lot until we see a shopper emerge from the mall, then we follow her, in very much the same spirit as the Three Wise Men, who 2,000 years ago followed a star, week after week, until it led them to a parking space.

-- Dave Barry

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To my wife on Mother’s Day,Our habitude and light:May you be as happy asYou make us with your love.Winds may blow the world away,Intent on reaching night.For us there’ll always be a home,Everywhere you move.

-- Anonymous

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You make me feel beautiful, you still give me butterflies, just the thought of you brightens my day, you love me for me, you make me so happy. I love you.

-- Anonymous

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